The Homosexual Songtext
von Kirin J Callinan

I love women
But I′m thinking of giving in
I love women
But what's the point in arguing
With the men from boarding schools and building sites
Who′ve told me I'm a homosexual all my life?
One stop past Warringah and the coughs begin
Hell hath no fury, like an insecure Australian
You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this
There is a open homosexual in our midst


The homosexual they call me
It′s all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It′s okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone deafness is called the love of music
I won′t disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I′ll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their boyfriends will never hear

I love women
But I take them by surprise
Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs
Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confession notes
Reserved for homosexual professionals
As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist
A trick I learned from a homosexual gynecologist
I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with
"I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with"

The homosexual they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they′re projecting I now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone deafness is called the love of music
I won′t disabuse them
I′ll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear


You who called me teapot
Who played me with your bile
Guess who I′ve got coming to the boil
Why not grab the nettle?
I'll settle for being the kettle if you′re the pot
I take my tea like my revenge
Sweet and hot

The homosexual you call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre you′re projecting I now pretend to be
Since your neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since your tone deafness is called the love of music
I won′t disabuse you
I′ll make love with your women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
That you will never hear, never in a billion years
No fear